Chapter 13
"Hand in mine, into your icy blues." I whispered softly across the car to Frank as I took his pale hand in mine. "I don't know if I can do this Gerard," I heard Frank gulp and looked across to see a lone tear trickling down the soft contours of his face. Pulling into my driveway I sighed (I'd already taken Frank to his house to collect his things and was grateful to find that nobody was in). "Frankie, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, but I'm never coming back - not now. Which means I'll never see you again, if anyone that knows us sees us together well, we're royally screwed." I spoke softly even though in reality I wanted to hit something ... or someone. "You can't make me pick Gerard! It's not fair!" Frank screeched from the passenger street.
"Frank! Frankie, I can't help it!" I started, grabbing both his hands in mind, "you have to pick Frank, because it's not something I can choose for you, you have to do this on your own. Stay here." I kissed his cheek before undoing my seatbelt and dashing to the front door. Fumbling with my keys I eventually managed to open the door and ran inside to my room. Chaos began to unfurl as I packed all my clothes and the few belongings I cared for into a small handful of suitcases I owned. Once my belongings were packed I grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and began to write furiously with a cheap pen I had found lying around.
"Mikey, I'm sorry bro ... I'm sorry it had to end this way. I know you don't like who I am and I suppose I'd have learnt to deal with that in time but as my brother - the last thing I'm going to ask you for in my lifetime - stop it Mikey. Learn to deal with who and what I am or forget I ever existed. Whichever way is easiest for you do it. I love you. Tell mum and dad I love them to and that I'm really sorry about everything thats happened. I'll miss our quality zombie action killing time bro.
Gerard."
Grabbing my suitcases, I left the note on the counter next to the jar of coffee - somewhere I knew he would go as soon as he got in. For the final time, I walked out of the front door way and turned to look at the dull paintwork that was the outside of my house. Sighing I shut the front door, turned my back and began to shove my suitcases into the back of my car alongside Franks. "We've got to keep running Gerard, until our hearts stop beating." Frank whispered softly as I sat in the drivers seat of my car. Smiling, I turned and pulled Frank's face to mine; making sure that the final kiss at my home was a good one. Gasping lightly for air, I pulled away and started the car.
"For once Gerard, just forget about them. It's you and me till the end." Frank grinned from his seat as he pushed his lips against mine once again. Grinning back at him into the kiss, I moved my hands from his face down to his lower back. I felt Frank's smile grow even wider as he ran his hands up and down my spine. "As much as I would love to carry this on Frank, I really think we should get going while we still have a head start." I whispered softly, chuckling as his pet lip began to quiver. "Don't worry, save it for the hotel room." I winked at him before pulling out of the driveway.
As soon as the car began to move down the road I heard sirens behind me. Looking in the rear view mirror I noticed flashing red and blue lights that belonged to a police car that was speeding up towards us from the distance. "Shit!" I shouted before putting my foot down on the gas pedal; forcing the car to go faster then the speed limit allowed us to. "What the ..." Frank muttered, turning around in his seat to see what was happening, "oh fuck." He mumbled as his eyes met the police vehicle closing in slowly behind us. "Shit shit shit." I muttered as the police vehicle grew ever closer. "Gerard!" Frank screamed as we pulled out of my street onto another. I felt my body lunge to a side and lost control of the steering wheel. When I tried to speak or even scream nothing came out (or at least nothing that I could hear over the sound of crunching and bending metal). Eventually I was able to move of my own free will but ached everywhere, despecially below my right shoulder. "Frank?" I whispered softly, turning my neck even though it hurt to look at my lover. As soon as I looked around properly I realised what had happened. When I had pulled out, another car had hit us from the side but because I'd lost control on the wheel we'd ended up turned upside down in the middle of the road. "Shit!" I heard a male voice shout from outside the smashed metal box that had previously been my car. Panicking I turned my neck further to get a good look at Frank. My breath caught in my throat. A large, thin piece of glass was protruding from his stomach which was surrounded by a dark red liquid ... blood ... his blood. More blood oozed out from a cut in his forehead. "Frank!" I exclaimed, trying to move my arm to attempt to wake him. "G-Gerard?" He mumbled, his eyes fluttering open slowly. "Oh god Frankie!" I whispered, "it's, it's going to be okay, just, just whatever you do don't, don't look down Frankie." I moved my hand to hold his softly - blood oozing from a small cut on my palm. "Gerard! Gerard oh god you're hurt! What happened?" Frank exclaimed as he winced from the pain of trying to move. Looking down I realised why my shoulder was hurting. A piece of glass - a similar size to the piece stuck in Frank - was wedged into my shoulder, blood also surrounding it ... too much blood. "We ... we were in, a car accident I think ... I'm not totally sure." I whispered, trying not to be sick from the strong smell of blood that had begun to fill my nose. I closed my eyes and held onto Franks hand tightly, praying that we would both stay together somehow. Time passed, how long I was not sure though. "Frank?" I whispered softly, opening my eyes to look at his pale body next to mine. "Frank!" I screamed when he didn't answer. After a short while he lifted his eyelids slowly. "Keep running Gerard." He whispered softly, his breathing becoming more shallow with every second that passed. "Frank!" I screeched as his eyes began to close, "Frank! Don't you dare do this to me Frank! Wake up!" tears began to role down my cheeks as my eyes became vacant and stained. "Frankie?" Whispered softly after a few more seconds, " Frankie please ... the only hope for me is you Frank. Come back to me, you've got to keep running with me Frankie!" I sobbed as I felt his hand become limp in my grip and watched as the colour drained from his peaceful looking face. My face froze as my breathing became shorter and quicker. "The only hope for me is you Frankie." I whispered softly as I felt the darkness embrace me. "I love you Gerard." I felt his warm breath against my ear from behind me as my eyes closed for the final time.
/ Well ... that's that. The end. Here we are with two dead guys and smashed up car, but not everything is all bad I mean we've still got nice little old homophobic Mikey right? Nahh I'm kidding it sucks ;-; you don't know how many times it took for me to write that and not have a fit. Last month I was involved in a car incident as well so it brought back some unhappy memories (sorry to any of you who've read this and got all upset because of the crash). But anyway, back to the story and stuff, we had fun! I took forever to update and I'm very very sorry for that! Oh and I would just like to say a HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to sssTaRshine for helping me decide which ending to use! Thank you you lovely chuckie! And thank you to all of you guys for reading and keeping up, especially since I suck at updating :D yaay upadtes! Updates everywhere! :D Go look at my other fics (if you haven't already) ... jeez I sound like a bank or insurance company cramming stuff down your throat ... *euphism haha*. Righteo, I could type for hours but buh-baii! 'Twas fun xoxo /